I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Men's vows are women's traitors
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.